Han, Lando, and Artoo arrived at the club with some time to spare. Lando headed straight to the betting, promising to reappear by the time their contact showed up. Han walked around with Artoo tailing him, deciding against a game of sabacc despite how tempting it was.
He stopped by a doorway, leading to what appeared to be a hallway full of make out sessions, decided to not go down it, instead giving the room a certousy look over.
Han spotted the stage and froze. He had seen it before, but only now did he notice the black haired singer.
"No way...." Han said out loud, studying the girl. She was dressed in a pink outfit, assuming it made the clarifications of an outfit, and was wearing makeup, something Han had never seen her wearing before. "Luna?"
Artoo beeped in surprise, hearing Han, and quickly swiveled his dome to try and get a good look at the stage.
"Hey, Artoo, I think I've got a job for you...."
~*~
Just as Luna finished a song, her eyes landed on what looked like a familiar figure leaning against the wall in the back of the room. She couldn't make out a face thanks to the lights, but the Force managed to tell her who it was.
Luna nearly said his name out loud. She caught herself just in time.
Taking a deep breath, she started the next song as she expanded her awareness through the Force.
Han was here, so that meant the Rebellion was up to something.
Which meant the men Luna had noticed were probably up to something against the Rebellion.
And that Luna was, undoubtedly, going to find herself involved one way or another.
She was going to have to thank Ahsoka for making her bring her lightsaber.
"Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh.
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh.
I was left to my own devices,
Many days fell away with nothing to show.
And the walls kept tumbling down,
In the city that we love.
Grey clouds roll over the hills,
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
You've been here before?
How am I going to be an optimist about this?
How am I going to be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices,
In your pose as the dust settled around us.
And the walls kept tumbling down,
In the city that we love.
Grey clouds roll over the hills,
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
You've been here before?
How am I going to be an optimist about this?
How am I going to be an optimist about this?
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh.
Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down,
In the city that we love.
Grey clouds roll over the hills,
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
You've been here before?
How am I going to be an optimist about this?
How am I going to be an optimist about this?
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like,
Nothing changed at all?
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh.
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh,
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh."
Luna noticed a firmulare R2 unit by the stage.
She prayed to the Force that he wasn't recording her.
This was the last place she wanted Vader to find out she was working at.
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On the Wings of Valkyrie
FanfictionM̶y̶ ̶n̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶L̶u̶n̶a̶ ̶S̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶R̶a̶m̶s̶e̶y̶.̶ No. M̶y̶ ̶n̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶L̶u̶n̶a̶ ̶S̶n̶o̶w̶. Never has been. My name is Luna. I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶E̶c̶l̶i̶p̶s̶e̶.̶ No. Not anymore. My name is Luna. And I'm a Rebel. This is not a stand alone story, it...
